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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.