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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doors 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.