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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.