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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Television,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
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You don't know what you really want.