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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.