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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
You don't know what you really want.