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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Fear,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.
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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.