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 Maldives and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
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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.