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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
DNA,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.