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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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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.