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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
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kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.