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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Index,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.