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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
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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.
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.