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 Burundi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Can,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.