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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
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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.