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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 New Age Steppers 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.