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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.