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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.