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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
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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.