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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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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.