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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.