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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.