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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.