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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.