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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
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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.