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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Skarface,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.