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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.