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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s 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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.