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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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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.