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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.