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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
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The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.