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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, 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.