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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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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.