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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
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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.