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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
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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.