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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Index,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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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.