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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.