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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.