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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
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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.