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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.