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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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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.
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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.