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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
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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.