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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Index,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
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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.