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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Toasters,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Nico,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
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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.