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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
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.