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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
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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.