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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
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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.