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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.