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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.