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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
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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.