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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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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.