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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.