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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.