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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.