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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
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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.
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.