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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.