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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.