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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.