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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
John Holt,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.