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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
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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.
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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.