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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
KRS-One,
PIL,
X-102,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.
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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.