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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
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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.