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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
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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.