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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.