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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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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.