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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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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.