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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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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.