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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.