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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.