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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
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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.