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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.