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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Mars,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.