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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Can to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
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.