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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
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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.