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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
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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.