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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
UT,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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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.