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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
X-101,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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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.