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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Pole,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
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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.