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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
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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.