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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.
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.