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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
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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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Brick to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.