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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
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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.