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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Mars,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
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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.