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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.