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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Coltrane to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
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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.