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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.