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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.