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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.