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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
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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.