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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.