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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.