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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
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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.