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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
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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.