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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Flipper,
Monks,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
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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.