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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.