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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
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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.