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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Slave,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Nirvana,
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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.