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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.