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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.