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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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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.