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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.