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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.