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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.