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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Aswad,
The Busters,
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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.