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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.