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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
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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.