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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
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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.