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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
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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.