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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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