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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Television,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.