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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
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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.