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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Remains 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
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Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.