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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
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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.