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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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.