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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.