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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.