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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Mars,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
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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.