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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.