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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.