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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
PIL,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.