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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
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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.