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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.