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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
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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.