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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.