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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Motorama,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
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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.