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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
MDC,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
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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.
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.