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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.