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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
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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.