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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
MC5,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
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Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.