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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Television,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
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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.