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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.