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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
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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.