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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.