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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.