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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
the Germs,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
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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.