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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.