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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
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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.