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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Fear,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.