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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.