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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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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.