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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
June Days,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.