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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Television,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
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You don't know what you really want.
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