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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Sparks,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
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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.