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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Swans,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.