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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
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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.