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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
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.