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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
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Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.