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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.