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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
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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.