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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Slave,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
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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.