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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
    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 1967 to 1978.
    I'm losing my edge.
    
    To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
    I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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  at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
    I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
    I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the funk kids.
    I played it at the Hacienda.
    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 Fear. All the underground hits.
    
    All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
    
    I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance  hit - 1985, '86, '87.
    I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
    
        I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
    
        I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron. 
    I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
    
    I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
    
    But have you seen my records? 
    
    
        
    
        Vaughan Mason & Crew, 
    
        Warsaw, 
    
        Nation of Ulysses, 
    
        Animal Collective, 
    
        Eli Mardock, 
    
        Procol Harum, 
    
        Sun Ra, 
    
        H. Thieme, 
    
        The Knickerbockers, 
    
        the Bar-Kays, 
    
        Alton Ellis, 
    
        Bootsy Collins, 
    
        Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, 
    
        Joe Smooth, 
    
        Siglo XX, 
    
        K-Klass, 
    
        Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, 
    
        Dennis Brown, 
    
        the Sonics, 
    
        Lakeside, 
    
        Main Source, 
    
        PIL, 
    
        Sun Ra Arkestra, 
    
        R.M.O., 
    
        This Heat, 
    
        Blake Baxter, 
    
        Pantaleimon, 
    
        Rekid, 
    
        Index, 
    
        Sarah Menescal, 
    
        Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, 
    
        Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, 
    
        The Tremeloes, 
    
        Black Flag, 
    
        Erasure, 
    
        Public Enemy, 
    
        Motorama, 
    
        The Neon Judgement, 
    
        It's A Beautiful Day, 
    
        The Blues Magoos, 
    
        The Evens, 
    
        A Certain Ratio, 
    
        Blossom Toes, 
    
        The New Christs, 
    
        The Moleskins, 
    
        Dual Sessions, 
    
        The Mojo Men, 
    
        Aaron Thompson, 
    
        John Foxx, 
    
        The Residents, 
    
        Brass Construction, 
    
        Roy Ayers, 
    
        Deadbeat, 
    
        N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, 
    
        Roger Hodgson, 
    
        Theoretical Girls, 
    
        Henry Cow, 
    
        EPMD, 
    
        Lou Reed & John Cale, 
    
    John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt. 
    
    
    
    You don't know what you really want.
    You don't know what you really want.
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