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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Excepter,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
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The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
John Lydon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.