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 Burkina and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
the Swans,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.