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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.