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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
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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.