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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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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.