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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.