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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
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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.