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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
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Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.