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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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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.