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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.