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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
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Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.