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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Crime,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
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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.