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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Victims,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.