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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.