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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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 Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.