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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.