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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
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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.