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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
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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.