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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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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.