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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Wire,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
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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.