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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.