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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.