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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
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Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
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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.