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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.