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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.