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 India and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Urselle,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
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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.