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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.