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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.