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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.
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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.