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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.