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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
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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.