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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.