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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
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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.