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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
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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.