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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
JFA,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.