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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.