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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
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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.