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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
PIL,
Section 25,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.