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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.