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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Echospace,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.