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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet 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 Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
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The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.
You don't know what you really want.