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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
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The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.