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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Slave,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.