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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.