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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.