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 Oman 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
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Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.