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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
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.