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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
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Qualms,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.