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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.