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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.