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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
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Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.