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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Association to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Can,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.