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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
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.