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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
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The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.