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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.