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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.