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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
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Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
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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.