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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.