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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hoover to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.