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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.