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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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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.