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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.