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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Monks,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.