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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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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.