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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
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.