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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.