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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Index,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.