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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
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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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Television,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
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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.
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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.