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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.