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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.