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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.