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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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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.