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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.