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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.