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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Can,
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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.