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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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You don't know what you really want.