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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.