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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
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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.