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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Mars,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.