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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
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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.
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.