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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.