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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.