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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.
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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.