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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
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Cymande,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.