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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.