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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
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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.