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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Doors,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
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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.