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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.