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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.