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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
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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.