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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.