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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Organ,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.