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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
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.