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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.