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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.