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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.