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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Move,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.