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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
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.