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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
PIL,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.