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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
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.