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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
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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.