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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.