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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
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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.