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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.