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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
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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.
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.