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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.