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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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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.