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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
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.