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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
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The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.