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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Grauzone,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.