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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
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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.