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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Organ,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
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.