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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.