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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.