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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.