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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
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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.