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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
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.