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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.