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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.