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 Nepal 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.