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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Can,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.