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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.