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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.