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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
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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.