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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.