Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
MC5,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.