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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.