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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
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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.