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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The Litter,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
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You don't know what you really want.
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