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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.