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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
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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.