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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
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Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.