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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Pylon,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
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.
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.