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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
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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.