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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.