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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.
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.