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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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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.