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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.