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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.