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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.