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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.