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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.