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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
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.