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 China and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
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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.