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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.