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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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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.