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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Pop Group 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
cv313,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.