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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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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.