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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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