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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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.