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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.