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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Magma,
JFA,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
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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.