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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.