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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
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Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.