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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
UT,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.