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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.