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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
DNA,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
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You don't know what you really want.