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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
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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.