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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.