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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
DNA,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.