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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
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.