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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
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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.
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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.