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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
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.
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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.