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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Move,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
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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.
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.