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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
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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.