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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
the Swans,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.