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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.