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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.