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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
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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.