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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.