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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.