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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
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Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.