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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.
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.