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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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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.