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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.
You don't know what you really want.