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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.