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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
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Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.