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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.