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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
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Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.