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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
June Days,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
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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.