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 Kenya and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.