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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Yaz,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.