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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
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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.