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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.