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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Roxette,
PIL,
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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.