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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.