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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.