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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.