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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.
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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.