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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Technova,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.