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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
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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.
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