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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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.