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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Magazine,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
DNA,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.