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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.