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 China and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.