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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.