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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
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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.