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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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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.