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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
UT,
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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.