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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
JFA,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.