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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 London and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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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.