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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
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.
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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.