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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
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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.