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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
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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.