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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
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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.