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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
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Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.