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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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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.