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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Remains,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.