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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
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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.