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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
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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.