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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.