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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Motions,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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the Sonics,
Ituana,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.