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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
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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.