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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.