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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.