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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.