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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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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.