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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.