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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.