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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
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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.