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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.