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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.