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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
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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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.