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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.
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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.