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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.