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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
JFA,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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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.