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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
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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.