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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
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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.