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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Pole,
Lalann,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.