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 Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
DNA,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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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.