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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Franke,
Mars,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
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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.