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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Faust,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
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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.