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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Visage,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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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.