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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
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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.