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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Hoover,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
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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.