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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.