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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
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.