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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.