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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Milan and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
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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.