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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
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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.