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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
MDC,
Visage,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.