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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Philadelphia and Portland.
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 808 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.