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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.