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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
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.