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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.