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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.