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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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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.