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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.