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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.