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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.