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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.