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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.