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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.