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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.