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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.