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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
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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.