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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.