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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
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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.