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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
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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.