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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.