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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
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You don't know what you really want.
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