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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.