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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pole,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
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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.