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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
X-102,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.