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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
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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.