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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.