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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.