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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.