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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
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.