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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.