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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.