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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Ten City,
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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.