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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.