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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.