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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.