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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
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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.