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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Gong,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.