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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Neu!,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
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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.