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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Japan,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
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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.