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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
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Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.