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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.