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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.