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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
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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.