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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Index,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.