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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.