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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.