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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
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Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.