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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
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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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
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Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.
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.