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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.