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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.