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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.