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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.