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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
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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.