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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
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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.