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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.