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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Gong,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
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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.