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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.