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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
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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.