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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.
You don't know what you really want.