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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Cure,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.