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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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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.