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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.
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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.