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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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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.