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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.