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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
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Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.