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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
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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.