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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
AZ,
The Monks,
cv313,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.