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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.