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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
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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.
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.