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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.