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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
June Days,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.