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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
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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.
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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.