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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.