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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.