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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
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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.
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.