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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
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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.