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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.