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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Wake,
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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.
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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.