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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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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.