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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Normal 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
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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.
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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.