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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.