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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.