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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
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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.