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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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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.