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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
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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.
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.