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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.