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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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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.