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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.