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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
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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.