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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.