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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.