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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Wings,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
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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.