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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.