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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Names,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
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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.