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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
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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.