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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Scion,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.