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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
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You don't know what you really want.