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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.