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 Austria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Cure to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
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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.