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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.