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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
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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.