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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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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.