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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.