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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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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.