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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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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.