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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
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.
You don't know what you really want.