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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.