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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
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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.