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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.