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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
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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.