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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Can,
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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.