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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wake to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
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.