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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
The Move,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.