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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Darondo,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.