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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.