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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.