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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.