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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.
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