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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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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.