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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
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Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.