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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
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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.